We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.
It is difficult not to write satire.
Who is to guard the guards themselves?
Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.
The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.
The care of a large estate is an unpleasant thing.